Post by Teralyn on Nov 10, 2009 22:13:16 GMT -5
Humanoid
Name: Azriel Marie Savage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
[Her Vampyric Form would be;]
Her normally silver eyes take on a red tinge with black flecks intermingling here and there. Her black hair turns white and fangs extend from her canines. Her hair grows longer and she gains a pair of leathery, black, batlike wings.
And her Werewolf form would look like this;
Her wolf form is pure white, larger than most, but not quite enormous. Her eyes become aqua blue when she shifts.
Personality:
Affectionate, Kind, Accepting and determined. Intellectual and master of her thoughts and emotions. Very seldom do her true emotions ever surface. A true, tortured soul she remains silent and to herself most of the time but is always willing to help someone. In a room of people she appears confident even when inside she's trembling. Outside in the dark, when a cold wind blows, she looks sad and alone, even while she thrives for moments like these when the only light that shines is the silver light of the moon above her.
Ability: Her parents' DNA more or less cancelled each other out. She had received two things from them both though. If she's ever mortally injured or ill, drinking the blood of a human or a vampire would assist her in regenerating and healing quickly. Somewhere, deep, under the surface there is a beast inside her. It's habits and personality will take over when she's going through 'her time of the month' and if she experiences great anguish or sorrow or she's angry, something dark over comes her and she becomes strong and violent and vicious. Her mother saw this happen once when she was younger and a man had broken into their house. Her five year old daughter had snapped the man's neck and had walked away, the next morning, she had remembered nothing. She doesn't have fangs and doesn't change form. When she's not hurt or feeling threatened tho, she's a normal person. Well, she would be anyways, if she didn't see and hear the thoughts and memories of the people her skin came into contact with or she was in close proximity to.
History: Her parents married, one a Wolf, the other a Bat. Vampyr and Lycan. She grew up, raised as a normal human child. Her father cared for her during the day and her mother watched over her in the evenings. Growing up she had to learn to cope with the power she possessed, the ability to feel the emotions of others when they touched... she usually covered her skin and tried to drown out the world with music when she could. Her power was triggered by meeting someone new, be it shaking their hands or brushing up against them. No matter what, it happened whenever she touched someone, skin to skin, so she stopped touching anyone. When she turned 10 she learned that neither of her parents were human and that as why they took turns watching over her.
Three years later, disaster struck her family...
Thunder rolled and lightening struck, rain fell and shadows covered the ground. Another night, another storm. Harmless and beautiful, or so one would think...but no. A 13 year old child stood silently in a white, sterilized room, looking out a dark window, her forehead pressed to the cool glass. She had been waiting here for almost three hours. Tears had left tracks on her face where they had dried, she had long since ran out of any to cry. Her parents had been in an accident, and neither had survived. She knew, soon the surgeon would come in and ask her to identify the bodies. Her mother had been an only child and her father had lost his brother in the Military four years before. Her grandparents on both sides were long dead so there was no next of kin to be here with her. She swallowed and turned when the door opened. She saw the doctor step in and for a moment, two shadows seemed to waver behind him and she knew immediately her parents were gone. She stood straight, suddenly very alone, and very afraid of the world she was about to be thrown into. She followed the doctor and confirmed the identities of her parent's bodies.
A year later she learned that before the accident her parents had made the decision to send her to the school they both attended when they were younger. So her guardian, a magi who had known her parents and had taken her in, sent her to the school after her fifteenth birthday.
Now she's entering her second year, it's her 17th birthday but she refuses to tell anyone, as she hadn't celebrated a birthday since her parents death.
Crush: Currently undecided.
Other: A Teacher.. [Gym] That covers fighting, fencing, self defense, and the major Physical classes.
Name: Azriel Marie Savage
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
[Her Vampyric Form would be;]
Her normally silver eyes take on a red tinge with black flecks intermingling here and there. Her black hair turns white and fangs extend from her canines. Her hair grows longer and she gains a pair of leathery, black, batlike wings.
And her Werewolf form would look like this;
Her wolf form is pure white, larger than most, but not quite enormous. Her eyes become aqua blue when she shifts.Personality:
Affectionate, Kind, Accepting and determined. Intellectual and master of her thoughts and emotions. Very seldom do her true emotions ever surface. A true, tortured soul she remains silent and to herself most of the time but is always willing to help someone. In a room of people she appears confident even when inside she's trembling. Outside in the dark, when a cold wind blows, she looks sad and alone, even while she thrives for moments like these when the only light that shines is the silver light of the moon above her.
Ability: Her parents' DNA more or less cancelled each other out. She had received two things from them both though. If she's ever mortally injured or ill, drinking the blood of a human or a vampire would assist her in regenerating and healing quickly. Somewhere, deep, under the surface there is a beast inside her. It's habits and personality will take over when she's going through 'her time of the month' and if she experiences great anguish or sorrow or she's angry, something dark over comes her and she becomes strong and violent and vicious. Her mother saw this happen once when she was younger and a man had broken into their house. Her five year old daughter had snapped the man's neck and had walked away, the next morning, she had remembered nothing. She doesn't have fangs and doesn't change form. When she's not hurt or feeling threatened tho, she's a normal person. Well, she would be anyways, if she didn't see and hear the thoughts and memories of the people her skin came into contact with or she was in close proximity to.
History: Her parents married, one a Wolf, the other a Bat. Vampyr and Lycan. She grew up, raised as a normal human child. Her father cared for her during the day and her mother watched over her in the evenings. Growing up she had to learn to cope with the power she possessed, the ability to feel the emotions of others when they touched... she usually covered her skin and tried to drown out the world with music when she could. Her power was triggered by meeting someone new, be it shaking their hands or brushing up against them. No matter what, it happened whenever she touched someone, skin to skin, so she stopped touching anyone. When she turned 10 she learned that neither of her parents were human and that as why they took turns watching over her.
Three years later, disaster struck her family...
Thunder rolled and lightening struck, rain fell and shadows covered the ground. Another night, another storm. Harmless and beautiful, or so one would think...but no. A 13 year old child stood silently in a white, sterilized room, looking out a dark window, her forehead pressed to the cool glass. She had been waiting here for almost three hours. Tears had left tracks on her face where they had dried, she had long since ran out of any to cry. Her parents had been in an accident, and neither had survived. She knew, soon the surgeon would come in and ask her to identify the bodies. Her mother had been an only child and her father had lost his brother in the Military four years before. Her grandparents on both sides were long dead so there was no next of kin to be here with her. She swallowed and turned when the door opened. She saw the doctor step in and for a moment, two shadows seemed to waver behind him and she knew immediately her parents were gone. She stood straight, suddenly very alone, and very afraid of the world she was about to be thrown into. She followed the doctor and confirmed the identities of her parent's bodies.
A year later she learned that before the accident her parents had made the decision to send her to the school they both attended when they were younger. So her guardian, a magi who had known her parents and had taken her in, sent her to the school after her fifteenth birthday.
Now she's entering her second year, it's her 17th birthday but she refuses to tell anyone, as she hadn't celebrated a birthday since her parents death.
Crush: Currently undecided.
Other: A Teacher.. [Gym] That covers fighting, fencing, self defense, and the major Physical classes.